**Somewhere towards the West of the Dome, a huddled group of rat-men appear in a swirl of meta-magic that is concentrated on a single figure at the centre of the group. Around them are large, looming constructs; their bodies woven together from pieces of Rodera and Orc flesh. The flesh golems, eight of them, carry huge loads: barrels, tools, building materials, weapons...**

**The huddle nervously murmured until a single voice spoke out over them**

Find a suitable space, then order the Constructs to build a perimeter. I shall bring the rest with the young ones next. Please be quick; I can't keep doing this.

**Farrek incants as the other Rodera begin to organise themselves. He vanishes, leaving only a torn piece of parchment. The paper falls face down, with two words on its back:

Power Font

**A Rodera with an eye-patch steps out from the group, and waves a baton. The constructs begin to spread out to dig the foundations for their barricades.**

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**After a couple of minutes, another mass of Rodera -this time with several children- appear near the initial landing site. Two more constructs are there, carrying further provisions: tents, blankets, preserved food. Again, Farrek incants and teleports away. After one more load, the evacuation is complete: eighty-four adults, fifteen children, ten constructs. The few who had opted to remain would soon be dead; this is it for the Roderan race. A slim hope.**

I will return. Lorax, Mollal, as the two surviving Councilors, you will be responsible for our camp. Get growing. I will make one more visit to the Orcs, but i doubt they will accept this. An Orc once told me 'I would rather die on my feet than keep living on my knees.' Hopefully Kar got to each of the other domes in time to rescue them. This island is about to get very VERY crowded.

**Farrek teleports from the island one more time, and the Rodera begin to set up their camp.**

**The Rodera with the eye-patch tentatively responds, approaching the human. His eye darts around the trees behind the visitor, scanning for any other 'guests'.**

I know we weren't technically invited, but there isn't any other option. There are one hundred of us, and we can sustain ourselves within this camp. We may even be able to support others, if they would take our assistance?

**The Rodera gestures toward one of his Constructs, which is ploughing a small area of earth.**

Don't be so ridiculous. Every dome has failed. This is no different. And do we look like an army? These people are starving, alone, and desperate. No matter what you believe, your goddess cannot stand up to the Sun. Grow up, and do something more productive.

**Lorax turns to return to the construction of the tree-level shelters, and rain traps.**

rule 89 the size of an army has no relation to its strength.you should show more faith. Your defences are not needed. unless you wish to create confikt within this dome. the blood of manny heros was spilt to creat this bastion of safty show respct to there sacrifice and respct to the gods that bless this bastion. hear you are safe

If there is tension, so be it. We will not prevent others from sheltering on this island. If people need our help, they may be welcome to it. It really is that simple. For the next month or two, we will be here.